Handsome God of Cookery

One day during the school recruitment, a good-for-nothing boy picked up a job. Everyone on earth knows that XX assistant is the most popular position in the current job market, such as an accounting assistant and a paralegal. The industry's signature is that recruiting people is like chopping wood, replacing people as fast as lightning, and hiring people like cattle and horses. However, there are still a large number of young people shouting every year: "Please do a good job, no matter what, just recruit me." Jiang Fu is one of them. On the day of the seven-star streak, Jiang Fu finally got an assistant job, with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan after deducting five insurances and one housing fund. He vowed to work hard for his boss, which means going up to the sword or into the sea of ​​fire - no, he should work in a safe office; then, stop the bullet and lick the tip of the knife - no, the security of a big company should be very good, and gangsters and the like can't get in. It can only be said that he was a great kindness, but he could not repay it. He happily put down his efforts to make a good meal and prepared to become a rich man immediately. Two months later, it was minus 43 degrees Celsius in Yakutia. Outside the ice-covered wooden house, Jiang Fu was holding a plate of sashimi without saying a word. Next to him, a tall man wrapped in thick fur was holding a sharp knife. A handsome and three-dimensional Asian face was revealed under the fur hat. He was looking at him with a thick black eyebrow raised and a half-smile. "I see you are becoming more and more professional, Assistant to the God of Cookery." The man came closer to Jiang Fu as he spoke, and helped him drive away the three wolfhounds that were entangled at his feet. Jiang Fuleng's face went numb, he raised his arm and threw a few pieces of fish to the dog not far away, and said stiffly: "That's right, boss." In extremely cold weather, the warm air exhaled by people talking will condense into ice mist, and the voice will become low and vague. Jiang Fu tried his best not to speak outside, even though as an assistant he had to respond every word. Looking at the white, clean snow and the dogs jumping happily, Jiang Fu occasionally dealt with the talking boss, but his brain had deep doubts about the nature of his work. The boss is a middle-aged man who calls himself the God of Cookery, and the work he describes is extremely bad. I originally planned to go to the African plateau last month, but the opposite happened when I came to Yakutia, which can freeze to death. In addition to re-booking trips, buying necessities, and experiencing the horror of almost being cold to death after getting off the plane, one thing that drove Jiang Fu even more crazy was the bed warmer. Sometimes they lived in a place with poor heating, and the boss who had been pampered since childhood never wronged him. Jiang Fu also knew that the place of work was not an office, but far away, because the God of Cookery could not only eat hometown food. "I think this job still has a bright future." A few years later, Jiang Fu's father said as he looked at the photo of his son with the leader of the savage tribe. What happened later was, "My name is Jiang Fu. I never expected that I would get a promotion and a salary increase. I would become the general manager, become the CEO, marry a rich and handsome man, and reach the pinnacle of my life." The world is so big, let's go see it together! Estimated to be 100,000 words. Intention: The world is so big, let's go and see it together!